This grey ocean flicks and turns
Writhing, the current strong;
Strips of cloud roll across
Thrown by an invisible hand
Piercing this picture
A majestic eagle cuts the wind,
Swift at break-neck speed,
Sharp talons outstretched
With powerful dark wings raised
It breaks the surface rippling,
Sinks into the chilled depths
To scoop a silver fish
Wriggling to win freedom
It senses the uselessness
Gripped between these feet
Rising
into the yawning skycopyright Vickie Johnstone
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